The Demon Monarch System

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Amidst Apollo and Typhir's blank expressions, Xezym's half-hidden appearance came into view. Furthermore, rhythmic tapping of heels could be heard from down the corridor. The large disturbance from their fight above had alerted people downstairs, prompting a few to respond.

Needless to say, the first to respond was Sapphyr. Based on the fluctuations of the vigorous aura, she possessed a general idea of the two forces in question. From both of which she sensed the vibe of prolonged headaches—Apollo and Typhir.

Naturally, before she could reach there, she had Xezym travel ahead in the shadows. In nearly an instant, he arrived in the room, disabling both of the assailants with but a single move; effortlessly at that.

This alone, made one wonder just how strong the Spirit Lord Realm was. At the same time, it gave Apollo an impression of why Sapphyr rejected earlier his idea. During Xezym's simple feat, Apollo didn't sense a single fluctuation not even from Xezym's breath.

This meant dealing with the two was easier than breathing for him. Soon enough, Sapphyr's frowning countenance entered the incomparably damaged room. At a glance, she could tell this place would have to be put out of commission for repairs.

"Yet another room damaged to no end," Sapphyr sighed, shaking her head. Her eyes looked at Apollo filled with displeasure before shifting to Typhir a moment later.

"When I led you here, it was to cultivate, not cause an obscene amount of damage and cause trouble. I don't understand, is sticking to simple cultivation that hard for you," Sapphyr's cold glare landed on the blank Apollo still stuck in the wall.

Throughout the entire scolding, he could only blink silently. However, instead of her words, he was focused on something else entirely, 'I didn't even see Xezym enter the room nor make a movement. He'll make a good training partner. Maybe I can learn something about the speed of shadows from him.'

"Ugh…" Apollo groaned, removing himself from the wall before cracking his neck. A similar action took place with Typhir considering he was in the same situation.

After freeing himself, Apollo looked at Sapphyr with an innocent smile, "What do you mean? I was innocently cultivating," Apollo shrugged nonchalantly.

"You call THIS cultivating innocently? Look at the extensive damage done to the room, what do you have to say about this?" Sapphyr exclaimed, nearly losing control of her temper for a split second.

Not only would she have to report the damage, but she'd also have to bear the brunt of the costs due to this happening under her watch. The only way to circumvent this issue was to give specific names for the cause of the problems. However, if she did that, it would be equal to offending future powers.

After all, in this room, resided all the youths destined to reach at least the level of their families highest positions. Thus, she could only take a loss, swallowing her indignance.

"Hoo," Sapphy exhaled before continuing, "Nevermind, you're just like him. No wonder you've met him already. All of you please exit the premises before I add your names to the report."

"Wait, before we go, we have matters to settle. Furthermore, you can't dictate to us whether we stay or go. As we are now, we have similar statuses," an aloof youth who had yet to speak smiled scornfully.

"Lazaro Astarte, no one asked for your input. Just leave quietly," Sapphyr snarled, shooting the aloof youth a vicious glance. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to phase him as he continued.

"Sapphyr Braum, or should I say the disowned lady of the Braum Family now struggling to obtain a standing for herself," Lazaro chuckled amusedly, however, a second later, his words halted.

A cold obsidian blade rested on his throat, "Watch your words. If you speak those words filled with such impudence again, I don't mind offending your family by extinguishing the flame of their Glory," Xezym coldly spat.

When Apollo heard these overbearing words, his eyes shimmered, 'Do all beings from worlds outside of this one possess these types of overbearing attitudes? It would be a lie if I said I don't enjoy witnessing this.'

The person who spoke earlier hailed from the Astarte Family and was their top talent. In truth, although he possessed a status as a Glory, he was closer to the level of the Scions. Alongside him, there were two others approaching this level.

"I suggest you lower your blade. Although you said you don't mind, you know very well you're unable to contest my grandfather's spirit. As you know, if he awakens from his slumber, someone will need to be the subject of his ire. Will that be you?" Lazaro smirked contemptuously, placing his finger on Xezym's blade.

Conversely, Xeyzm's countenance darkened in accordance with Lazaro's words. He understood what Lazaro's threat meant. It was in the past, but he had once gone up against that Spirit and the results were not desirable. There existed a reason Xezym never raised his hood anymore, even during the dead of the night.

Shortly after Lazaro's remark, Xezym lowered his blade. While he meant his words, it wasn't time for him to act. As they were now, they possessed enough enemies as it. Them adding another one was not the optimal decision.

However, this didn't mean he would always concede. Hidden under his hood, his eyes blazed with a ghastly intent concealed from the others.

"Good decision. Now, tell me, Sapphyr Braum-

"That's Administrator to you. Where is your common decency?" Sapphyr growled, her gaze dropping several degrees. Be that as it may, instead of being intimidated, Lazaro chuckled at her behavior.

"Ms. Braum, calm your nerves. I would like to know what you'll do about this youth here. It was his fault that our cultivation was disturbed. If you don't remedy this issue, I don't mind taking matters into my own hands," Lazaro smiled, gazing in Apollo's direction.

When he noticed that foul gaze, Ouroboros appeared from under the crease of Apollo's robes. His amethyst eyes gazed curiously at Lazaro, "Master, this person, we should kill him. Maybe I want to eat him!"

At the mention of these words, Apollo's eyebrows jumped, the others perceiving this as his response to Lazaro, "You eat people? That's neat. I want to witness that."

"No, Master, I don't think I can do that yet. I just have the urge to do so. This person's aura feels infuriating. Just being around him makes me want to devour him!" Ouroboros exclaimed, starting to hiss frantically. 

At the same time, his aura fluctuated greatly similar to Apollo's prior condition. "Ouroboros, are you afflicted by Ira right now?" Apollo questioned, meeting gazes with Ouroboros. Within his eyes, a weird glint was circulating.

"This… is master's rage. It's not mine...but I can't control it anymore!" Ouroboros uttered, his aura turning chaotic. Due to ingesting so much of Apollo's overwhelming Ira, in turn, Ouroboros was affected by an Ira beyond his level as well.

However, unlike Apollo, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with Ouroboros' body. The only thing out of the ordinary was his mental state. Besides that, the rampant destruction of physique didn't take place.

Naturally, both Sapphyr and Xezym took notice of Ouroboros' actions but didn't say much. For one, they didn't understand what this beast was nor did they possess a soul link with it to translate its actions.

Several moments passed in silence once Apollo turned, quelling Ouroboros' fury. Although he was unable to solve the issue, he was capable of something else, "Sleep little buddy," Apollo muttered, feeding Ouroboros an Inferior Crystallized Chaos.

Not long after, Ouroboros fell into another slumber, Apollo glancing at the conversation picking up in hostility. "If we have an issue, why don't we settle it in the trials," Apollo shrugged.

At a glance, he could tell that while Sapphyr was born into one of the Supreme Families, there was something wrong with her status. Even those a level below, from a Great Family, treated her as air.

'Is there some underlying issue between the families? If so, have I walked into an annoyance?' Apollo mused, narrowing his eyes on Sapphyr. The more he thought about it, the more he felt this was true and that the Supreme Lesser Cultivation Room wasn't worth the trouble.

"Are you sure those words carry a weight you can bear?" Lazaro gazed at Apollo contemptuously. While Typhir was upfront with his actions, Lazaro was one of the despicable assortment. 

"Sure, I don't mind hastening my plans of trampling upon you so-called Glory," Apollo smiled carelessly. Any words they uttered went in one ear and out the other. To put it differently, they meant nothing to him. Even if someone was stronger than him, in his eyes, they were worthless.

His mind has been trained by Azridan, who in his own right, treated this world as a playground. Thus, Apollo started to adopt this mindset as well.

Without sparing another word, Lazaro smiled. After a few moments, he turned around, retreating from the room, however, if one looked on his face, his countenance darkened resembling a demon. 'Let's play then kid.'